1. My horses are the pride in their gallant trotting,
They are the glory for the honorable and brave.

2. Goodness lies in the forelocks of horses,
And every spirited one admits this goodness.

3. Those running smoothly, not those walking jerkily,
Are the beloved mistresses, the epitome of beauty.

4. Do not be misled by them to long for a young boy or be rude.
Their backs are impregnable fortresses of glory,

5. No humiliation or sorrow prevails over them.
What excellent company when disasters strike

6. The young man, and worries and longing assail him!
They are treasures on the day of horrors.

7. Indeed, they are the most wondrous obsession.
Have you not seen Julaylan, whom the books

8. Failed to contain the beauty of his merits?
Not Aujay, who gained glory above all steeds,

9. And is aware of whoever describes him?
If the winds intended, while it was racing,

10. To outrun it, they would fall short and halt.
It wears a robe of pearls spread out,

11. Gleaming, its coat mimicking the night’s darkness.
With shoulders well-spaced, powerful forelegs,

12. It can hardly be reached when it bolts and wheels about.
It pounds the pebbles where it trod at dawn,

13. Deafening al-Safa with its striking hooves.
With the beautifully braided, fleeing,

14. Its quick lightning bolts beautifully adorned.
Bright-faced, its two cheeks are clothed at dawn

15. In a grey Emirati cloak with no patches.
As if the night had thrown in its running

16. Dark shadows, with less shadows in front.
Blessed is its blonde sister, unleash her,

17. If you wish, to snatch the orbiting moons.
Golden as pure gold, at dusk it shamed

18. The waning moon, and the moon disappeared behind.
Coquettishly stepping sideways to the north,

19. The wandering star swerves towards her anklet.
The unique, dark-bay steed has a frame

20. Like a mountain, clad in a black coat.
With a wide forehead, handsome face that

21. The full moon envies so it wanes.
The bolting lightning in the valley and plain,

22. It knows not fatigue or boredom.
They are the noble ones who gained all honor

23. From the glorious one whose palm is rain when it pours.
He is the bringer of good tidings, whose beautiful

24. Praises all hearts are inclined towards.
The brilliant, meteoric one, whose hand

25. You have lived in prosperity through his overflowing support.
He honored you as master, so his virtues flooded forth

26. As if the clouds draw from his palms and ladle.
By his reign our days have prospered,

27. Injustice is demolished and justice encamped.
The lethal lion with marvelous virtues, the books

28. And lines of poetry glorify him with differences.
To you, O exalted one, a loyal servant offers

29. Homage with a heart acknowledging your favor.
So permit him, through your care, days

30. Of bliss, and a life safeguarded by might and glory.
You remain of sublime rank and enjoying blessings

31. Whose fruits we pick and gather.